what she means:
jared padalecki is such a talented actor and i think we forget that sometimes due to his intensely good looks. i personally have found myself watching him to watch him rather than to watch him act and this is the biggest mistake one can make. he is so physically beautiful that he could probably get away with not being so good an actor yet he still continues to amaze me with his talent. his micro-expressions and ability to adapt to many different roles makes him possibly one of the greatest actors of our time and i hope we don't forget that any time soon
what she also means:
literally all of this can be said for jensen and misha too. we're so blessed to be in a fandom that focuses on - not just one insanely attractive and equally talented man - but three physically beautiful and incredibly talented men (more than three, in fact, but i won't go in to naming them all), who are not only beautiful and talented, but are also amazing, compassionate, caring, humble human beings who deserve their success and so much more
A/N: Whoooo! First Matt Cohen x Reader request EVER, I feel awesome! The R2M questions you guys asked but were not included in the fic will be answered soon! ALSO, those fanfic writers I referenced (From Con to Con is by @nerdyforyourbooks, Aria being one of the most PHENOMENAL smut writer EVER, you can find her on ao3) are AMAZING so do me a favour and go check out their stuff!
(the guy who deserves more fanfiction written about him)
Holy hell, what a ride! I loved every second of this.
—————————I LOVE YOU!!!!! But I’m getting ahead of myself …—————————-
Tarantino: As a kid of the 90s, these movies were the benchmark for great cinema for me. So I enjoyed this a great deal. From the camera angles to the music cues to that awesome slomo of Dean, Sam, Mary, Wally and Cas to the small details like the glowing box Crowley gave to Ramiel (as a throwback to the suitcase in Pulp Fiction). At no point did it feel like a cheap copy but always like a love letter and an homage. Well done, Davy Perez and Richard Speight jr.
Cinematography: Which brings me to my next point – that camera work! I mean we know the attention to detail is out of the park with this show, but the shots in the diner and the fight scenes in Ramiel’s house were fantastic even by those standards. Great editing, too! The first hard cut from the diner to Ramiel’s house stands out, and the cuts to the music for Crowley’s first meeting with the prince of hell.
Mythology: Speaking of that. It’s always a gamble to bring new adversaries into play, but I think Davy Perez did a very good job with this. The background for the princes fit well into canon as far as I can see (I’ll have to consult the verdict of the specialists later) and sounded coherent. Ramiel was a three-dimensional villain and the actor did an amazing job! Favorite line: “Three humans with one good liver between them and a busted up angel” – new catchphrase!!! And there are two more princes – so much new material!
Mary: Even if I don’t like her working behind the boys’ backs, I appreciate that she’s getting her own storyline and the way she held her ground against Mr. Ketch. Her just driving over Ramiel was awesome, too.
Crowley ex machina: That was a great twist imo and the throwback to his history with Ramiel was well done, too. I always like to see characters get fleshed out through good storytelling. Just as we saw with Rowena last week, Crowley showed a massive development with this is my book, because the wise thing to do would have been to vanish and hide from Ramiel. Also: “What’s up with feathers?”
CAAAAAAAASSS: Wow, that hurt. “You’ve changed me.” *Gross sobbing* Seriously, that was the best kind of heart-wrenching angst. The line about how this was the best part of his life … I don’t think he stated it that clear before. Misha was amazing and all that gore looked positively disgusting – kudos to the make-up department!
Cas and Dean: (Cas looks at Sam, then Mary) YOU’RE MY FAMILY. (looks down, cut to Dean, who doesn’t meet his eye). I LOVE YOU. (still Dean, still not looking at Cas, lips moving as if he wants to say something) I LOVE ALL OF YOU. (Dean again, then Sam). AAHHHH, the feels. I’m gonna need every slow motion analysis of this scene as soon as I post this and can go through my dash. And: “No.” - “Yes.” And: “Let’s go home!!!!!!!!!”
Bonus points: I liked Wally as a character and he gave a good outside view on the chaos that is the Winchesters’ life+++Lucifer manipulating Crowley – great ending scene+++”Urination. I understand. “ Cas knowing about human things…+++”When do you get off?”- “Whenever I can.” The one good line in that whole mess with Mandy. +++ THE MUSIC+++I LOVE YOU!
Request/Summary: can you do a J2+R2 imagine where the reader is really stressed about school work (she’s around 16), and she ends up having an anxiety attack in her trailer, then R2 and J2 (her father like figures on set) find her and help her get through it :)) it’s kinda based off me as i have exams all month and this is a really relaxing thing to do while i have free time, cause why go outside when you could scroll tumblr
Word Count: 1,064
Y/N: your name
Y/N/N: your nickname
Work, school work, home work, job work, work, work, work. It’s like your life was solely based on this now. Stress is like a grey cloud, always over you, and you really didn’t know what to do. You tried your hardest for the last weeks to try and act normally but it was getting harder everyday, with more work being put on you. The thing is you didn’t hate your job work you actually quite enjoyed it, but that, on top of a million other things was beginning to make you crumble.You had managed the first week to act calm and try to be as productive as you could, but with final tests coming up that little calm began to disappear.
Right now you were sat in your trailer, scripts, home work, projects, and papers in general covering your entire desk. Some papers even on the floor, it was a complete mess. Anxiety began to bubble up inside you. The pressure from everyone’s expectations that you were supposed to be okay, that you’re used to work, it was all crushing you. Your breathing began to accelerate along with your heart, you looked down and saw your hands shaking. You heard a knock on your door making you subconsciously wipe the tears that had fallen from your eyes.
“Hey Y/N! It’s time to go on set!” You heard the voice of one of your co-star’s and best friends, Jared say.
“Kay, I’ll be out in a minute.” You cursed yourself upon hearing your voice crack, a big sign that you were crying.
Warnings: You’re going to hate the reader for being even more stubborn, that’s the only warning you get.
and your best friend are taking a holiday for a few months in america.
Your friend has invited you along to a big house in the countryside
where some of their friends are staying. It’s July the 6th, known as
kissing day and Richard and Rob have made a bet to kiss every girl they
tagged: (let me know if you want to be tagged in the next chapter/s)
Prompt: You’re a special part of Michael’s plan to trap Lucifer back in the cage but you don’t know it yet.
Word Count: 784
Warnings: None…that I know of?!?!
A/N: Let’s just give Matt some love because I think that he doesn’t get that many love from our imagines! GIF NOT MINE.
It was late at night and you were alone in the motel while channel surfing. Sam and Dean were out on a hunt, but as you were tired from the last one you decided to pass it.
Your legs were sore and so were your back which explained the really awkward yet really comfortable starfish position you adopted in your bed. Arms on both sides of your body, legs stretched, not a care in the world. Except for the sore muscles.
You seat up scared looking in the direction of the sound, and in the corner of the room you found the silhouette of a man sitting on a chair, his features hidden due to the shadows.
"Who are you?” you questioned adjusting yourself in your spot looking at where your shotgun was - right on the bed on your left.
The mysterious man finally stood up and walked out of the shadows revealing his appearance: a tall and muscular figure with a defined jawline and hazel eyes, those who radiated power.
You immediately recognized him.
"Michael…“ you spoke as you tried to reach your shotgun in less than a second but he swooped it to the other side of the room, causing you to fall flat on the ground between the two beds, you muscles aching at the rhythm of your heartbeat.
Michael quickly popped in front of you. Kneeling down he placed two fingers on your forehead relaxing your whole body and relieving your ache.
"My time is already committed. Let’s just not waste it even faster” he states, sitting on the bed on your left gesturing for you to sit back on your own bed, which you did, facing him.
“May I know what the hell is this about?!” you ask staring at him with your state-of-the-art bitch face.
“I think you may know about the whole apocalypse talk, as you may also know that Dean and I need to have a conversation about the subject in order to stop it.” you nod, indicating that your following his reasoning.
“Well, I just need to know his exact location. That’s all I ask of you.”
“You,” you say as you stand up looking at him “the all-powerful, compelling, «who is like God», prime archangel Michael can’t locate one miserable hunter?” you ask in disbelief.
"You might have noticed my lack of credibility with this. And you are right. Dean’s location isn’t why I appeared here.“ he stated looking up to you.
"Then what is it?” you ask looking down and meeting his gaze.
“You Y/N.” he informs you standing up being a few inches taller than you.
“Y/N, you are the human incarnation of the spirit of Rutino, the place where the first battle between me and Lucifer occurred. You provided me the strength needed to lock Lucifer in the cage and I need your power again. Sure, I still need Dean as my vessel but you’re even more an essential part to this than him”
"What? No, that’s just…stupid! And besides–“ you ramble wondering around the room, but you were soon cut off by Michael
"I know what you’re thinking but,” he says stepping closer to you “You’re stronger than you think, we basically almost have the same of amount power. You can blast half of the earth’s surface with a snap of your fingers. You just don’t know how yet.”
"Okay…But I don’t know how to–“
"That’s why I’m here. I can guide your abilities in order to stop this madness that your brothers caused. And I can show you and teach you things you never imagined."
"Y/N, it’s not just a random act that you were born this way, besides you’re a female. Which will make things a lot easier.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” you ask
"We need to mate so we can bound our powers.“ he says looking you dead in the eye
"Oh.” you let out a little shocked with your eyes daring to pop out of your face.
“But I will only take things further with your permission.” he assures you grabbing your hands in his.
“My time is up. I must go.” he states walking in your opposite direction.
“Michael…” you silently call him in hope that he would stay. Explaining you the meaning of your life and all your potencial.
Michael turns back to face you and slowly walks close enough so your chests are touching. Your eyes lock with his intense gaze as his hands wonder up your body to the side of your face, his fingers resting on your cheek. He slowly leans in and, surprising yourself, you do to, and in that moment your lips meet his’ soft ones in a delicate and slow kiss. Just lips touching, connecting you both.
As soon as he pulls away, forehead pressed to yours and eyes closed, he whispers silently enough so you can hear.
"See you soon, my lover" and with that, a flap of wings is heard and he is gone for that night.
“I love you.” I whispered to (Y/N) as she fell asleep. I loved having her in my arms. I loved watching her sleep. I loved just being in the same room with her. I just wish I could kiss her beautiful lips and sleep next to her every night. I wish she loved me back just as much as I love her.
She shifted in her sleep and I lifted my head to make sure she didn’t wake. When I saw that she was still asleep, I pressed a kiss to her forehead. A soft smile appeared on her lips and I smiled and nuzzled my face back into her neck, loving the way her body fit perfectly with mine.
When you woke up, you and Gabriel were still in the same position as when you fell asleep. He lifted his head and gave you a tired smile. He snuggled even farther into your neck and groaned. “I don’t wanna get up.”
“I never said we had to.” You giggled leaning away from him. He pulled you even closer and groaned even louder, which made you giggle even harder.
“I just want to lay here forever.” He said into your neck as you ran your fingers through his hair.
“I do too.” You said as he sighed. You remembered last night and what Gabe said to you and you smiled to yourself. You really wanted to tell him, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to just yet. Gabe started to rub circles into your back as if he wanted you to go back to sleep. “I do need to get up, though.” As if right on time, Dean pounded on the door, startling the both of you.
“Wake up, sweetheart, we got a case.”
“Okay, but I need breakfast first.” You winked at Gabe and you couldn’t help but notice the slight blush that rose on his cheeks. You heard Dean grumbling his complaints, but once you heard foot steps, you knew he was headed to the kitchen to fix you breakfast. You stretched out on the bed only to have Gabe pull you back into him. You tried to push away from him, but he just held you even tighter. “Gaaabe.” You whined. “I’m gonna go see what they got, okay?” You reached behind you and unwrapped his arm from you, placing a kiss on his cheek as you got up.
“Fine. If you have to, cupcake.” He pouted and got up with you. As soon as you opened the door, the smell of pancakes and bacon filled your nostrils. When you got to the kitchen Sam had already made a pot of coffee. You made yourself a cup and plopped down next to Gabe at the table.
“Okay, what’d you find?” Sam proceeded to tell you what the case was and about the victims. When he told you they thought that it was a coven of witches, both you and Gabe tensed. You’d never dealt with something that big before. “Okay, so where is it?”
“Oregon.” Dean brought you a plate and sat down with his own next to Sam. “So we got to get moving before they move on to another town. We’re gonna leave as soon as we can. Are you gonna tag along, Gabriel?” You knew Dean was secretly hoping that he’d say yes just in case they can’t handle it.
“Yeah, of course.” He looked at you and gave you that trickster smirk.
“Great.” Dean smiled. “(Y/N), go get your stuff ready and we’ll go.”
Request: I’ve a request for you. There’s a few fics of Richard Speight/reader and of Rob Benedict/reader. I’ve got one for us girls that just can’t choose between the two of them. Rob/Rich/Reader I’ve yet to see one of those. The smuttier the better but if you’re not comfortable doing smut that involves two guys a clean one is better than nothing
A/N: Sorry it took so long. Classes start tomorrow, so I’ll work on the remaining requests when I can :) I saw that quite a few people got this same request, so if you write one of these tag me! Writing this just really made me realize how much I actually want to read it. Hope you guys like it!
Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader x Richard Speight Jr.
“Lay your weary head to rest! Don’t you cry no more!” The crowd’s enthusiastic singing filled the theater with a booming frequency, one that sent chills down your spine. It was Friday night, which meant it was party time, and your best friends, Rob and Rich, took that very seriously.
“Thank you, Friday people! You’ve made the first day of this convention incredible! Keep the energy up!” Richard shouted into the microphone, crossing the stage with an energized bounce in his step, his Game of Thrones costume hardly slowing him down.
As the rock music continued to blare, you felt someone step beside you, soft material brushing against your arm. You turned to look at Rob, who donned a full Khaleesi costume, dragon and all. Even though you had helped him into the costume quite a few times, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the sight.
Rob immediately threw his arms around you, lifting you and swinging you with a laugh, drawing cheers from the crowd.
“Oh, I want in on this!” Rich’s voice sounded a moment later as he came to Rob’s aid, immediately throwing himself at you to sandwich you between him and Rob. He wrapped his arms around Rob, grasping his friend’s back as the other followed suit, crushing you between their bodies.
“Really, guys?” You managed to breathe out, your hands trapped against Rich’s chest, which was rumbling with uncontrollable laughter. You could hear the crowd getting a kick out of your misfortune too.
“Whose hat is that? I know that isn’t yours,” Rich pointed out, eyes flashing down to the black baseball cap you wore backwards.
You smiled innocently, hearing a soft laugh from Rob. Maybe you had stole it off of Rich’s bed while he was finishing getting dressed in the bathroom. The three of you shared things all of the time. It was just a natural part of your friendship.
“Gee, Rich, someone’s been acting up lately,” Rob commented, the microphone catching his words and displaying them for all to hear. There were definitely a few whistles and catcalls within the responding screams and cheers.
“Uh oh. What are we going to do about that?” Rich replied, glancing over your shoulder to share an amused smirk with Rob.